Any Club That Would Have Me…

I’m sitting in the Kansas City airport as I write this, waiting for a flight home. Unlike the road missives of Dadwagon’s traveling stalwarts (which is like a Wilbury, but with less guitar), this isn’t a post about how much I miss my son while on the road. This was JP’s mother’s weekend, so I …

A Week on the Wagon: Childhood in a Blur

A week doesn’t seem a long time, until you consider how incredibly freaking fast these DadWagon kids are changing. It’s white-knuckle business, raising children. One moment you’re like Christopher, astounded that the baby played alone for 10 minutes, and in a breath, you’re already in Theodore’s shoes, contemplating the fact that your child, who can’t …